My House of Horrors

After reading the information on the phone, Chen Gong looked at the couple's eyes next to him. The Mingyang community was built for ghosts, and all three investors died, which must be strange.

Chen even suspected that the three investors were bewitched by that horrible shadow, so they struggled to build such a neighborhood next to Runli Wan town.

“The deaths of the three investors should also have something to do with the shadows, and the people behind this scene were so harsh to do anything to eliminate evidence and kill them directly after using it. ”

Knowing the identity of the couple, Chan Song looked at them completely differently.

The strong demand by men to get in the car and prepare for the town of Lywan is likely to be the news received, while the woman strongly disagrees with the bus 104, presumably for deep reasons.

The two thought differently, but when they committed suicide, their bodies burned together, so they couldn't help but stay at the station.

If it weren't for Chan Gong, I don't think they'd get in the car.

“The couple helped me understand the town of Lywan and the Mingyang neighborhood, and I can't seem to think of them simply as employees. ”

Chen Song became more curious about the other passengers when he figured out the identities of the two.

“Tonight is doomed to be a harvest night.” Chen Gong loved the feeling of challenging low-star trials, and how nice it was for everyone to sit together and chat to solve the problem.

The couple argued quietly, and Chen Gong left the last row with his backpack and sat next to the man with very uncoordinated limbs.

“Brother, what's your name?” Chen Gong looked at the person next to him with his backpack.

Stiff turning his head, the man slowed for a long time before realizing that Chen Song was talking to him. He raised his hand a few times compared to a row. He didn't understand when he saw Chen Song. He pointed at his mouth again and waved his hand.

“Dumb?” Chen Guo didn't expect such passengers in the car, he owed slightly: “I'm sorry. ”

The man swayed his hands, his fingertips accidentally touched Chen Singer's back and carried the temperature.

“Is your hand hot? Is this a living person?” Chen Gong's pupils narrowed, using pubic pupils, did not see anything abnormal in the man: “He should have accidentally boarded the car, like Xiaogu and Huang Ling. ”

After a moment of reflection, Chen Song felt something was wrong.

Who will wait at the bus stop at 11: 30 p.m. when the train enters?

Chen Gong stared at the man for half a day and he gradually noticed the problem. The man's intelligence seemed to be defective. He wasn't silent, he just couldn't speak.

A mentally retarded man who goes to Lywan Town in the middle of the night, is he really stupid or is he pretending to be stupid?

Take out your phone and click on your own communication page: “It's dangerous for someone like you to be out there. Where are you going? I'll go with you. This is my phone number. ”

A man doesn't seem to understand much of what he's saying, he only knows how to wave.

Chen Gong looked at the man's clothes. He hadn't washed his clothes in a long time and his pants were broken. This image really can't be linked to the killer and the mastermind behind the scenes.

There was no way to communicate, Chen Song tried several times and chose to give up. He was ready to wait until he had completed his psychic task before following the man to see what he was really going to do in Lywan Town.

If something goes wrong with him, Chan Song will control him immediately, and if he is just a normal person, Chan Song will follow him to make sure that he is not attacked by ghosts.

In the late night town of Lywan, no one knew what was hidden, and under the influence of that uncontrolled “door”, Lywan had become two overlapping places of the world.

Standing up, Chen Gong walked to the other side of the car aisle.

A car of people watched him walk around, no one had a problem, the driver dared not say a word, the throttle stepped to the bottom, all I wanted to do was drive to the terminal.

Parked next to the man in the thick clothes, Chen Gong measured each other: “Are you wearing this thick or not? ”

The man looked up at Chen Song and pressed down his hat, coldly saying two words: “Fine. ”

He was wrapped in thick clothes, wearing a hat, gloves and a mask, and only his eyes were exposed.

“Are you sick?” Chan used pubic pupils, but he found that the man seemed to be a living man too.

“Why do I think living people are weirder than ghosts?” Chen Gong sat next to the man, and he could feel the silk chills coming from the man, the chills coming from inside his body.

This situation Chen Song had encountered before, in the living coffin village, the old lady who had been in contact with the well throwing ghost for decades, her body temperature was also decreasing, and finally, the well throwing ghost barely helped her maintain her body temperature.

Does this guy deal with ghosts all the time?

Chan can't see each other's faces clearly, and can't tell what useful information from his eyes and voice.

“Neither of the two living people was stopped when they boarded the car, indicating that the driver did not feel threatened from them. From this point of view, even if they had a card, that card wouldn't be as strong as Zhang Ya's. ”

Thinking about it, Chan Sing lowered his heart and leaned back against the back of the chair.

He looked around from time to time, and gradually he found something useful in some detail.

The scarf on the man's neck was hand-woven in wool and the legs were chaotic, one of which should have run out of thread to pick up the other.

Normally, like braids, you can break each side into several strands, then put them on and braid them together. This is how Chen Song did it when he made clothes for the dolls in the haunted house, and he can't see a trace at all.

But the scarf on a man's neck clearly shows a creep tied to a cord, and the person who knitted the scarf should be a newbie.

And in terms of the style and old and new of the scarf, this was at least a decade ago.

In addition, even on a hearse, a man still wears this scarf, indicating that it matters to him and that this ordinary scarf has some special significance.

Finally, combined with the man's voice when he spoke, Chen Song judged that the man was about forty years old, that he should have a wife who loved him very much, and that his wife probably had an accident.

The man was cold, and he seemed to stay with the ghost for a long time, just like Chan.

Linking all these clues together, Chen Gong felt that this man should also have a ghost who had always been with him, and that ghost was his wife.

Without any substantial evidence, Chen Gong was just speculating, but rather than being a man, he was actually more curious as to why the man went to Lywan Town at night.

“Most of the ghosts I've seen in the western suburbs will kill each other and devour each other, but the ghosts in the eastern suburbs seem a little different. ”